On top of fluted spines

Between the massing pools

Of dark chromatic lines


And using blood for fuel

Follow all the signs

And signatures


Read the fine print

On the flapping label

In the search for love


So the incidentals

Of the dim rule

On the page above


Take the clouded hint

Or later on you’ll 

Tend to bluff  


In the no man’s land

Of the intellectual

Handcuffed to chance


And lost in jewels:

A dream of hell

With inhuman hands.